Chapter Fifteen: Give Me the Four Souls Jade

The pupils in Inuyasha’s eyes shrank to the size of a pinprick as he stared in horror at the blade descending toward his neck.

Even the arrogant Inuyasha never imagined his neck could be tougher than the knife.

“Kikyo, soon I’ll be able to meet you.”

Unbidden, at this moment, Inuyasha found himself harboring the same resolve Gohé faced when she boldly met the charge of the Hōjō cavalry.

“Hmph! A half-demon will always be a half-demon!”

Watching the blade that would soon sever the head of that half-demon with beautiful hair, Nigezakura, who had been having an unfavorable night, finally felt a flicker of joy.

But fate is fickle. Before that smile could fade naturally, it solidified on Nigezakura’s delicate face like quick-drying concrete.

“Ding!”

A sharp sound rang out—the arrow shot from nowhere striking Nigezakura’s blade.

“Whirr!”

A low, resonant twang followed—the sound of the bowstring being plucked by Hōjō Akitoki, who held the bow.

“You—!”

The enchanting smile froze into a grimace in an instant, as if about to reach the peak of happiness only to be stopped at the crucial moment.

Joy halted abruptly.

That uncertain limbo felt worse than never having experienced joy at all.

The blade retreated further from Inuyasha’s neck. Turning his head to where the arrows had come from, Nigezakura’s face grew even more ferocious.

“So it’s you after all!”

It was no surprise to Nigezakura that it was Hōjō Akitoki—the human despised by demons—who had intervened.

But before she could unleash some biting words to vent her fury—

“Whirr, whirr, whirr!”

The rapid twang of bowstrings sounded like sudden rain pelting lotus leaves in a summer pond.

Under the moonlight, the arrows flashed coldly, swarming her vision in a dense cloud.

“Damn humans!”

Lowering her voice to a growl, Nigezakura exerted all her strength to dodge the barrage.

At the same time, she manipulated her invisible hair, forming it into a solid wall.

“Hair Barrier!”

At the critical moment, this technique saved her from imminent danger.

The hair, countless strands woven into an impenetrable shield-like form, successfully blocked the attack from Hōjō Akitoki.

“Too much persecution of demons!”

Behind her hair shield, Nigezakura gritted her teeth in fury.

“Fire oil bomb, throw!”

But the same routine and formula played out again. Before Nigezakura could launch a counterattack, Hōjō Akitoki’s cold voice rang out from afar, followed by flames roaring to life on the hair shield in front of Nigezakura.

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“You!”

Breathless, Nigezakura leapt upward fiercely.

Glaring at the raging flames beneath her feet, she could not bear the humiliation.

Raising her hand, she prepared to unleash Hair Blade—a technique that sharpens her hair like piano wire.

She intended to shred those damned humans, led by Hōjō Akitoki, into pieces.

“Iron Gun Corps, fire!”

But the Hōjō army’s assault came in relentless waves, each higher than the last, endless and unceasing.

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